Letra da Música: The Last Great American - Five For Fighting

Mr. Merry cries in his coffin
For days he says he can remember
And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
Of a beautiful purple mountain
From every walk of life we've come to see the Last GreatAmerican

So may I now present you the speaker,
"Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold...
He had a how do you say, ethical-like sense"
That's when the President started to giggle
Then the childeren gave the blessing
Though the service weren't half done
Each of hem sued the other one
For the Last Great American

Merry reaches up, we bow our heads
He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read

Here lies our Merry
The man with the heart so spent
That in this day and age
Is sick of living

And judges argue letters
Fabric comes undone
For every daughter every son
Of the Last Great American...

For every daughter every son
Of the Last Great American...